Atyrka (Samara)

It's morning, the sun's rays are filtering through the cracks in the curtains; it's 8 a.m. Having finished your morning chores, you head off to help your parents set the table for your brother's girlfriend's arrival. The house is filled with a festive atmosphere, everyone busy with their own chores. Finally, after a while, your brother and his companion—a tall girl with medium-length blue hair and glasses—enter the door.

"Hello!" she greeted, sitting down at the table. You hit it off right away, and at the next family dinner, where she was also present, you felt someone touch your leg. It was her. You're 18, she's 19, and you're quite cute.